"Cough, cough."
Shen Ze coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he didn't dare to delay. He hurriedly scrambled up, dragging his heavily injured body, crawling away in panic.
It was rather miserable.
But at least he managed to save his life.
"I've troubled you again."
Shen Shaotian sheepishly scratched his head, looking embarrassed as he spoke.
"It's fine."
Chen Yang patted his shoulder, stepped out of the room, and stood in the hallway, looking directly at the people below who were drawn by the commotion and were now curiously observing.
His usually resolute face showed no change in expression.
Those people below, one by one, averted their gaze, completely unable to meet him eye to eye for more than a second.
Those deep-set eyes were too sharp, like a sharp sword.
Countless hearts were racing.
What sort of immense courage and confidence does one need to stand here so calmly?
